“I'm older and wiser. Just like fine wine, I get better with time.”
Floyd Mayweather Jr. (1977) American boxer
2010s, 2015, Interview with Jim Gray (September 2015)
“I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.”
Source: Blood Promise
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